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The mutterings of a passing turkey flock can be a precursor for a feeling of wonder — one of the primary feelings that make life in this confusing and bewildering world truly worth living.
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Here in Gentle World, the only reminder of the upcoming holiday is the
occasional sound of free-living turkeys, chatting among themselves as they
wander by our property during their meanderings around the neighborhood that
surrounds us.
The extraordinary sounds issuing forth from throats belonging to birds
beyond my scope of vision translate inside my heart into feelings of delight
in response, for which I am filled with gratitude. I’ve said in previous
Novembers that to be blessed with a sighting of a turkey free in nature is
all the Thanksgiving I need, but I have learned this year that I’m almost as
content to settle for hearing one of their voices. I am officially thankful.
But as we approach the seasonal massacre of which these magnificent birds
have become perversely and paradoxically symbolic, the momentary burst of
happiness granted to me by those calls from my nomadic neighbors is all too
quickly interrupted by the painful reminder of who these individuals are
considered to be by almost everyone else of my kind: bodies without souls
entitled to not even the most basic of birthrights — life itself.
At any time of year, it’s hard to be overly thankful for the comparative
freedom these non-captive birds enjoy, knowing that they live their lives in
the constant threat of becoming targets for those who kill for the sheer
thrill they somehow find in taking the life of another. Yes, even here in
the relative tranquility of Hawaii Island, the selfsame winged wanderers
whose sudden appearance makes my heart leap for joy could tomorrow become
the next victims of human hunters closing in for the kill.
At this particular time of year in the United States, we are also preparing
for families across the country to turn the bodies of 46 million of these
remarkable miracles of nature — bodies once filled to overflowing with young
life and the desire to continue living — into the centerpieces of
Thanksgiving “feasts” for diners in this most affluent of countries to gorge
themselves on until literally sick with the pains of indulged gluttony. And
in another month, turkeys in numbers so large as to be incomprehensible will
be killed (as adolescents, just like all those we regard as production units
for “meat”) to be turned into Christmas celebration meals all over the
world.
It’s almost soul-crippling to contemplate such realities candidly, and so
it’s not at all surprising that most people simply never do. But contemplate
such realities we must, if we want to ever find ourselves deserving of
living in the better world we all claim to hope for.
As I reflect further upon my recent experiences of overhearing the warbling
of wandering turkeys, I realize I’m not only thankful for the knowledge that
a being with such a voice inhabits this world (a world I still find myself
bewildered and confused by, despite nearly forty years of calling it home)
but also for the gift of simply knowing that there is joy to be found in the
hearing of such a voice; in knowing that the mutterings of a passing turkey
flock can be a precursor for a feeling of wonder — one of the primary
feelings that make life in this confusing and bewildering world truly worth
living.
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